I was really young and I only remember this from pictures and stories: Jakarta, Indonesia

Also still really young: First trip to Singapore. I've been here 3493430343 after this and I am currently LIVING in Sg but anyway the first time is always significant no? I don't remember anything bc I was also really young but pictures show me in Sentosa and with the Merlion and at Jurong Bird Park and Underwater World and Satay Club and SO MANY FUN THINGS

I think it was 2002: Perth, Australia

June 2003: Brunei to US (New York, JFK), with stopovers in Singapore and Frankfurt. Once in NY, my uncle drove us to his home in New Jersey. During our two weeks there, we visited DC, and NY again (Times Square omg). Return flight was from Newark airport in NJ, back to Brunei, with stop...

05/07/13: [about the Sharpie I handed him] "You gotta take the cap off first, darling." [when autographing my book by him] "Nikita, what a beautiful name." [when I told him I was a huge fan] "Mhm, -insert intense Masterchef eyes- and a great cook too, I bet." - Gordon Ramsay (yes I MET HIM)

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket -- safe, dark, motionless, airless -- it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." - C. S. Lewis

Toska: At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom. (Russian)

Mamihlapinatapei: The wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start. (Yagan)